Page 35 of Sweet Sin

“I know. I know. But now I’ve dragged you into my mess.”

“And I’ve dragged you into mine.”

“What’s yours?”

“I’m an ex-con, Vannah. Or did you forget for a minute?”

“I know that. You also say you’re innocent, so what’s the mess?”

So much I wish I could spill. It’s been difficult keeping it inside for so long, but Hawk, Eagle, and I swore an oath to each other as brothers.

I won’t break it.

“I made a lot of enemies on the inside. When those two assholes came here, I figured they were coming for me.”

“Honestly, I thought so too,” she says. “I should have known the organization wouldn’t give up one of its own.”

“You never worked for them.”

“Never intentionally, anyway. But you know as well as I do that I did what I was told on the few occasions they requested my services.”

“But this is a rival organization who’s after you.”

“It’s all the same thing. The way my family and the McAllisters see it, I’m an asset. There’s to do with what they please. I don’t know for sure it’s the McAllisters. My father and grandfather will check things out.”

“All right. We’ll do what we must to keep you safe. You hear me? No one’s taking you on my watch.”

She melts against my chest, kissing one of my nipples.

And I’m hard again.

This woman affects me like no other has. Granted, I was a mere twenty-two when I went away, but I’d had a decent amount of experience with the ladies. I knew my way around a pussy.

I lift her, taking care not to drop her slick body, push her against the warm shower wall, and shove my cock up into her.

She moans, closing her eyes, and I don’t tell her to open them. She needs an escape, and I aim to give it to her. Another quick fuck, this one in the steam.

I thrust, thrust, thrust, and she gasps out breaths until—

“God, yes, Falcon!” She clamps around my cock.

I continue fucking her, harder and faster, until I join her in release.

She slides down the shower wall until her feet touch the floor. I’m tempted to wash her, stay with her, but she grabs the shower pouf and starts scrubbing herself.

Best for me to leave.

I have a phone call to make anyway.

“Vannah,” I say, after I’ve toweled off. “I’m going to the pool house. If you need anything, that’s where I’ll be.”

“No!” She opens the shower door.

“Okay, okay.”

“Don’t leave me. Please.”

“I won’t. I’ll stay here. I was going to take some weapons out to the pool house and get them secured, but I’ll wait until you’re done.”

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